About nine years ago we lived in the little town of Canadian, Texas, in a charming (equivalent of little) house built in the early 1940s. This house came with a basement. Old, steep wooden stairs cut the basement into two sections. At the bottom of the stairs was a landing and you had to turn right to go two more steps into the basement. It was always dark and damp down there no matter what we did to lighten and dry it.
The first time my #2 daughter came to visit, a couple of months after we had moved in, she ventured into the basement for a look around. She returned very quickly and stated matter-of-factly that we had a ghost down there. I was unaware of her having any ability to detect the paranormal so the hubby and I just laughed it off. She was adamant, however, and refused to ever go back down those stairs.
We did find out several weeks later that the original owner of the house, who suffered from bouts of deep depression, had committed suicide in the basement.
Fast forward about 3 months. I had gone on an overnight trip leaving hubby at home. Now hubby can sometimes snore with the best of them. He has been known to loosen ceiling plaster when he gets into it, and on this paticular night he must have been going like a buzz saw in a lumber mill --- that is until he felt a hand on his shoulder and a voice exclaim, "Hey, Bud, you're keeping us awake."
He said he was instantly awake and saw a figure fade away as his eyes flew open. He also says he didn't snore anymore that night because he didn't sleep anymore -- that night.
We never had any other encounter with our "ghost". I have no idea if he/they left or we just never bothered them anymore. But the fact that hubby was visited has made a firm believer of him that ghost do exist and that they don't like someone snoring any better than the rest us.